The room felt colder the moment Dennis told me to leave. It wasn’t just his words—it was the weight behind them, the Alpha tone that made my wolf stir and whine inside me.
I didn’t move.
“No.” I said, my voice sharper than I meant it to be. “I’m not leaving until you explain what the hell is going on.”
Amy smiled. Of course she did. She was tied to a chair with rope cutting into her wrists, but her whole body screamed control. Calm, relaxed, like she was the one running this conversation, not Dennis, not me.
“She’s persistent.” Amy said softly, eyes sliding over me like I was some puzzle she was enjoying too much. “Just like her mother.”
My breath caught. My chest tightened. Mother.
“What?” I whispered, though my voice cracked on the word.
Dennis’s head snapped toward her. His eyes
